Hannah sighed as she pulled her top over her distended belly. Her large breasts heaved against the flimsy material, the closeness of the garment causing her sensitive nipples to spring up in response.
She hadn’t meant to get pregnant but sometimes these things happen and forced into circumstances she hadn’t chosen, she made a brave decision and opted to keep the baby. Seven months down the line though and she was beginning to regret the decision. For one, she was only young herself. At 19, the world was meant to be her oyster but now she found herself housebound while all her friends were off around the world, discovering themselves and other people. And the real tragedy, she thought to herself was that she still had a lot to offer.
Quite a petite woman, Hannah had a pixie like face, with a sweet little smile and wonderful strawberry blonde hair. Quite busty, her short stature just emphasised her large breasts and her petite bottom. The smattering of freckles that appeared over her nose when she blushed just added to her cuteness.
The front door bell rang, snapping her from her daydream. Her cable TV had died on her earlier in the week and the company had told her that a repairman would be calling on Wednesday. He’s early, she thought, as she struggled into a pair of black leggings, stretching the waistband to accommodate her massive stomach. Waddling to the door as fast as she could, she flung it open, eager for some company, even if it was some sweaty middle-aged repairman.
“Hi,” said the repairman, “I hear you need a service?”
Hannah stopped to take in the sight before her. Instead of the typical serviceman with a three-day growth of stubble, a beer gut and displaying three inches of bum cleavage, there was a tall, smiling, twenty-something young man on her doorstep.
“Oh!” she exclaimed. “Err, yes, do come this way.”
She let the man in and tried to hide the blush that was spreading across her face. That had been a blatant flirt and she felt exceptionally embarrassed. It had been ages since anyone had made a pass at her. They made their way into the lounge and she indicated the black box which sat atop her TV set.
“All I get is snow,” she said. “I’ve tried all the cables and nothing seems to be wrong.”
“Ok love,” he said, “I’ll have a look, you go stick the kettle on.”
“Sure,” she said, smiling. He had a great smile, she thought as she made her way to the kitchen. And a cute arse, added a little voice at the back of her head. It took her only a few minutes to set the kettle going and put some teabags in the mugs. After which she leaned against the sideboard and rested her hands on her belly. She hadn’t had sex now since she fell pregnant and for a change a guy was smiling at her in a way that made her feel attractive rather than some bloated whale. And a cute guy at that…
Snapping out of her fantasy, she realised that she had slid her hands over her big belly and down to her pussy, which was becoming quite moist at the thought of sex. Hurriedly pushing such thoughts to the back of her mind, she walked back to the lounge.
The repairman was bent over the box, tinkering away. He was only a young man, about mid-twenties by her reckoning. He had long hair, tied back into a ponytail and bright blue eyes. The sight of him made her start to think about sex again.
“Excuse me…?” she said, not sure of his name.
“Alex,” he provided.
“Alex, do you take sugar in your tea?”
“Nah, just as it is thanks gorgeous,” he smiled, his eyes sparkling.